The reaction Alfred gives is perfection. Beyond what Georg could have hoped for. The way the younger vampire moves against him, the darkly sweet noise that is pulled from him, the baring of his fangs. Georg couldn't have asked for a better response.
He pulls back slowly with a moan of his own, swiping his fingers through Alfred's blood and licking them clean. "Exquisite," he sighs as he drags his tongue over Alfred's neck, making sure to get every last drop.
"Come, little one," he purrs, moving his hair aside and tipping Alfred's chin up, tilting his head to the side to offer his own neck. "Come drink from me."
With every lap of his tongue, every touch, every moan, Alfred feels like he's being pulled in further and further. Being with Herbert always feels so bright, colorful, a passion that changes everything around them. This? This is like slipping into a dark room, enveloped in velvet and lust and the promise of more, more.
It's exciting.
When Georg tilts his head, beckons, Alfred hesitates for only a moment. Even now, he still doesn't bite often during sex. It brings out a side of him that he's still coming to grips with, the feeling of drinking directing from someone. But right now...right now is the time, and it's the COUNT HIMSELF, and -
Hissing with unexpected ferocity, he sinks his fangs in, drinking deep and purring from deep in his chest. The rhythm he is trying to find gets more insistent, strength starting to rock his hips just a bit harder.
Uncontrolled, the waves of lust, of need, of want roil off of him like a tidal wave, along with...images. Images of things that never really happened.
Georg cards his fingers through the boy's hair, encouraging him to drink deep. It's been so long since Georg has been bitten like this, he'd forgotten how good it feels, and he meets the roll of Alfred's hips with sinuous movements of his own, grinding their bodies together.
He can feel Alfred's emotions so clearly. The want, the lust, but something underneath. Images of Georg lifting Alfred, pulling him down to sink his fangs into him and then discarding him when he's finished, almost carelessly. Sarah is there too, watching on. And then Alfred gives Sarah over to him, and they both feed from her.
He's unsure where these thoughts, these half-memories are coming from, but he's intrigued by them.
After a few minutes, he strokes Alfred's cheek to get his attention. "Enough, my love. Come kiss me instead."
For those few minutes, Alfred is somewhat lost to the feeling of it all - the taste of Georg's blood washing over his tongue, the stroke of long nails through his hair, the shared pace of their movements that makes him moan and whimper against the older vampire's neck. It feels so good, he has no idea what he is showing to Georg, not a clue that he's let his partner in to his mind like that.
The flow of it all is interrupted when he is spoken to, and obediently, he pulls back, hungrily swiping his tongue over where he had just bitten before kissing him just as hungrily. The act of feeding has coaxed that darkness in him out to play, and it wants MORE.
"Good boy," Georg croons at him, taking Alfred's wrists and pinning them above his head while they kiss, the combined tastes of their blood on their lips.
He loves seeing Alfred like this. Hungry, needy, utterly wanton. His cock throbs in his trousers as Alfred writhes underneath him. "I want to taste the rest of your skin, but your mouth is too terribly tempting. Would you like my mouth elsewhere, lovely Alfred?"
The response to being pinned like that is...very vocal indeed, a rough groan against Georg's lips.
And then those words...the implication in them? Alfred looks Georg in the eye, something very different in his gaze as his words come out in a low gasp.
"Yes - yes, I do - I want - I need you...."
A little needle of embarrassment lances up his spine, but it fades quickly beneath the headiness of desire, the feeling of...of being just a little shameful on purpose.
"That is exactly what I like to hear." Georg's lips quirk up in a slight smirk at the whimper in Alfred's voice. The delicious way it trembles, betraying Alfred's want.
He slides his hands over Alfred's biceps, smearing kisses over his collarbones. "Shall I take you into my mouth, then?"
Just the thought of that makes Alfred whine, arching his back under the older vampire's kisses. His tone is breaking as he tries to respond, his hands twining in the bedsheets, Georg's hair, wherever they can find purchase.
"P-please...."
He's flushed deep from face to midriff, fangs still bared, a bit of animal in his eyes...but it's different from when he hadn't fed. It's still Alfred...it's just Alfred letting himself be a vampire, doing exactly what Georg has been trying to get him to do. Cast off the shackles.
"Then I will. Since you asked me so sweetly." His fangs are bared and his skin is flushed and Alfred looks so beautiful in this moment. No wonder Herbert barely lets him out of bed.
But now, it's Georg's turn to explore Alfred's delicious body for himself. He stretches out between Alfred's leg and licks at the crease of Alfred's thigh, his cheek grazing against Alfred's cock lightly.
That's such a sensitive spot for Alfred, that crease - he hums high-pitched in his throat under the attention, unable to stop himself from rocking his hips a little bit. With Herbert, he's gotten used to topping, to being in control; even when his lover goes down on him, it's still clear that he's got the reins.
Giving them up is...new. It's different, and it makes him feel different. Georg makes him feel...wild.
When he feels that chilly, delicate cheekbone graze against his shaft, he hisses, a shudder running through his whole body.
"Ooooh, Alfred," he purrs, letting his voice vibrate against Alfred's sensitive skin. "The things I will do to you, my sweet, sweet boy.
I wonder, do you taste as sweet as you look?"
With a practiced move, he braces his hand against Alfred's hip, wraps the other around the base of Alfred's cock, and swallows him down. He stays there for a long moment, working his tongue against him before he pulls back slowly, making a show of licking his lips. "Just as delicious as I thought."
Alfred looks down, in spite of himself, as Georg purrs against him, enticing words that have him shaking.
And if the words didn't already, the sight, the FEELING of the older vampire's mouth sliding down around his cock would more than certainly have done the job. He cries out, a low, shuddering sound, trying his best to stay still because that tongue, the faint scrape of fangs, long, careful fingers wrapped around him could send him spilling over the edge too quickly if he dares add to the sensation.
"Oh g-god, G-Georg - Georg-!"
When the other man pulls back, he hisses and whines, writhing a little despite his better efforts.
"Mm, so tempting, again. I could spend hours teasing those gorgeous sounds out of you. Every part of you is tempting, Alfred. And yet..." He pushes at the back of Alfred's thigh, getting him to move his leg. To press his foot flat against the bed, to give him better... access.
"And yet I think I know where I most want to taste you. If you'll allow me, of course." He glances up at Alfred before he leans forward to nuzzle and nip at the bottom curve of Alfred's generous ass.
Obediently, without a second thought, he moves as he is directed. He's not really sure what Georg is doing for a moment, watching, listening....
And then he Realizes, and bright blue eyes widen, mouth going a little slack. That's...a new one. Herbert hasn't even done that yet - Alfred has really only read about it in books. He has no idea what to expect.
But he does trust Georg.
So, breathlessly, wordlessly, he nods, licking his lips, trying not to drool a little around the fangs that are still descended.
"Perfect." Georg flashes him a grin and lowers his head between Alfred's spread thighs. He licks broadly a few times at first, letting Alfred get used to the sensation of having a tongue on one of the most intimate parts of him.
Once he's done that, however, he focuses in. Moving his tongue in tight circles. "Take yourself in hand," he croons, nipping lightly at the flesh of Alfred's ass. "Stroke yourself, if you'd like."
The first lick makes him arch his back a little, head lolling as he groans - it's...a very new feeling, but...but he likes it, likes the attention, likes the glimpse of the Count down between his thighs.
By the time the words reach him, he's started a near-constant moan that he barely realizes is falling from his lips - and, eagerly, almost desperately, he wraps his callused fingers around his own cock, starting to stroke himself in a clumsy, shaky rhythm. His muscles start to go a bit taut, the sounds he's making occasionally slanting more towards a low growl, a feral hiss.
It's perfect. It's beautiful. Delicious. There are not enough words to describe the way Alfred looks like this. Muscles taut, hand stuttering over his cock. And oh, the noises he makes. Georg groans and ruts his hips into the mattress.
He's hard. Achingly so. But that's secondary to driving Alfred absolutely mad. He redoubles his efforts and delves his tongue into Alfred, licking deep. Curling his tongue inside him with a pleased moan.
The deeper Georg goes, the more Alfred writhes, the more his hand loses rhythm but gains speed where it's working his cock. He keeps glancing down, looking at Georg, seeing him there and struck by how DIFFERENT this is than being with Herbert, how different he himself feels -
And he lets out a whimper, seeing the older vampire rutting himself against the bed. There's something about it that's just so - familiar, perhaps, a desperation he wasn't expecting to catch a glimpse of.
He's definitely starting to want more than just a tongue inside him.
He grips Alfred's hips hard. Hard enough to leave bruises, if Alfred's skin could still bruise. He moans, deep and wanton at the taste of Alfred on his tongue, the way he's opening him to him so easily, letting his tongue slide deep.
His hips move restlessly against the bed now, but he'd promised himself -- not that far. Not yet. Not this first time.
Oh, Georg is - very good with his tongue, Alfred is learning all too quickly. His moans are rising in pitch, in volume, and the working of his hand keeps picking up speed, finding its way to a rhythm.
The way Georg is moaning, grinding, all it does is push the young man further, whimpering as he can feel the edge approaching with every plunge of his current partner's tongue.
"Mmhmm." It's a low noise, vibrating against Alfred's skin. It's permission granted, an allowance to let go. To find his release, at last. He digs his fingers into the flesh of Alfred's ass, kneading it as he curls his tongue.
That's it. That hum, that deep lick, the feeling of Georg's long nails against the skin of his ass, the desperate working of his own hand around his cock - everything culminates together all at once, and Alfred practically roars, body going rigid as he comes hard into his palm.
It takes him a minute before he starts to relax a little, shuddering, blue eyes half-lidded as he looks down to the Count.
He still can't...quite believe this is happening, but...well.
Every lick makes the younger man twitch, hissing under the attentions, under the IDEA of what's happening - his mind keeps wandering back to that dream, as much as he tries to keep it away.
"Th-thank you...."
But here he isn't being discarded. Georg wraps up and around him, and he swallows hard, leaning into his touch. After a moment or two, he finally asks -
"Such a sweet boy, to ask." He very clearly still is, given the way he's wrapped around Alfred, the hardness of him pressed against Alfred's thigh.
Georg continues to run his fingers through Alfred's hair, watching his face curiously. To see what he'll do next. "This experience was about you, and your pleasure. Did you find it pleasurable?"
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Date: 2022-02-04 04:09 am (UTC)He pulls back slowly with a moan of his own, swiping his fingers through Alfred's blood and licking them clean. "Exquisite," he sighs as he drags his tongue over Alfred's neck, making sure to get every last drop.
"Come, little one," he purrs, moving his hair aside and tipping Alfred's chin up, tilting his head to the side to offer his own neck. "Come drink from me."
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Date: 2022-02-04 04:21 am (UTC)It's exciting.
When Georg tilts his head, beckons, Alfred hesitates for only a moment. Even now, he still doesn't bite often during sex. It brings out a side of him that he's still coming to grips with, the feeling of drinking directing from someone. But right now...right now is the time, and it's the COUNT HIMSELF, and -
Hissing with unexpected ferocity, he sinks his fangs in, drinking deep and purring from deep in his chest. The rhythm he is trying to find gets more insistent, strength starting to rock his hips just a bit harder.
Uncontrolled, the waves of lust, of need, of want roil off of him like a tidal wave, along with...images. Images of things that never really happened.
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Date: 2022-02-04 04:35 am (UTC)He can feel Alfred's emotions so clearly. The want, the lust, but something underneath. Images of Georg lifting Alfred, pulling him down to sink his fangs into him and then discarding him when he's finished, almost carelessly. Sarah is there too, watching on. And then Alfred gives Sarah over to him, and they both feed from her.
He's unsure where these thoughts, these half-memories are coming from, but he's intrigued by them.
After a few minutes, he strokes Alfred's cheek to get his attention. "Enough, my love. Come kiss me instead."
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Date: 2022-02-04 04:43 am (UTC)The flow of it all is interrupted when he is spoken to, and obediently, he pulls back, hungrily swiping his tongue over where he had just bitten before kissing him just as hungrily. The act of feeding has coaxed that darkness in him out to play, and it wants MORE.
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Date: 2022-02-04 04:52 am (UTC)He loves seeing Alfred like this. Hungry, needy, utterly wanton. His cock throbs in his trousers as Alfred writhes underneath him. "I want to taste the rest of your skin, but your mouth is too terribly tempting. Would you like my mouth elsewhere, lovely Alfred?"
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Date: 2022-02-04 05:10 am (UTC)And then those words...the implication in them? Alfred looks Georg in the eye, something very different in his gaze as his words come out in a low gasp.
"Yes - yes, I do - I want - I need you...."
A little needle of embarrassment lances up his spine, but it fades quickly beneath the headiness of desire, the feeling of...of being just a little shameful on purpose.
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Date: 2022-02-17 07:17 am (UTC)He slides his hands over Alfred's biceps, smearing kisses over his collarbones. "Shall I take you into my mouth, then?"
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Date: 2022-02-17 07:30 am (UTC)Just the thought of that makes Alfred whine, arching his back under the older vampire's kisses. His tone is breaking as he tries to respond, his hands twining in the bedsheets, Georg's hair, wherever they can find purchase.
"P-please...."
He's flushed deep from face to midriff, fangs still bared, a bit of animal in his eyes...but it's different from when he hadn't fed. It's still Alfred...it's just Alfred letting himself be a vampire, doing exactly what Georg has been trying to get him to do. Cast off the shackles.
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Date: 2022-02-17 07:36 am (UTC)But now, it's Georg's turn to explore Alfred's delicious body for himself. He stretches out between Alfred's leg and licks at the crease of Alfred's thigh, his cheek grazing against Alfred's cock lightly.
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Date: 2022-02-17 07:52 am (UTC)Giving them up is...new. It's different, and it makes him feel different. Georg makes him feel...wild.
When he feels that chilly, delicate cheekbone graze against his shaft, he hisses, a shudder running through his whole body.
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Date: 2022-03-20 04:58 am (UTC)I wonder, do you taste as sweet as you look?"
With a practiced move, he braces his hand against Alfred's hip, wraps the other around the base of Alfred's cock, and swallows him down. He stays there for a long moment, working his tongue against him before he pulls back slowly, making a show of licking his lips. "Just as delicious as I thought."
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Date: 2022-03-20 05:15 am (UTC)And if the words didn't already, the sight, the FEELING of the older vampire's mouth sliding down around his cock would more than certainly have done the job. He cries out, a low, shuddering sound, trying his best to stay still because that tongue, the faint scrape of fangs, long, careful fingers wrapped around him could send him spilling over the edge too quickly if he dares add to the sensation.
"Oh g-god, G-Georg - Georg-!"
When the other man pulls back, he hisses and whines, writhing a little despite his better efforts.
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Date: 2022-03-20 05:24 am (UTC)"And yet I think I know where I most want to taste you. If you'll allow me, of course." He glances up at Alfred before he leans forward to nuzzle and nip at the bottom curve of Alfred's generous ass.
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Date: 2022-03-20 05:31 am (UTC)And then he Realizes, and bright blue eyes widen, mouth going a little slack. That's...a new one. Herbert hasn't even done that yet - Alfred has really only read about it in books. He has no idea what to expect.
But he does trust Georg.
So, breathlessly, wordlessly, he nods, licking his lips, trying not to drool a little around the fangs that are still descended.
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Date: 2022-03-20 05:42 am (UTC)Once he's done that, however, he focuses in. Moving his tongue in tight circles. "Take yourself in hand," he croons, nipping lightly at the flesh of Alfred's ass. "Stroke yourself, if you'd like."
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Date: 2022-03-20 05:49 am (UTC)The first lick makes him arch his back a little, head lolling as he groans - it's...a very new feeling, but...but he likes it, likes the attention, likes the glimpse of the Count down between his thighs.
By the time the words reach him, he's started a near-constant moan that he barely realizes is falling from his lips - and, eagerly, almost desperately, he wraps his callused fingers around his own cock, starting to stroke himself in a clumsy, shaky rhythm. His muscles start to go a bit taut, the sounds he's making occasionally slanting more towards a low growl, a feral hiss.
Letting go.
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Date: 2022-03-21 05:16 am (UTC)He's hard. Achingly so. But that's secondary to driving Alfred absolutely mad. He redoubles his efforts and delves his tongue into Alfred, licking deep. Curling his tongue inside him with a pleased moan.
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Date: 2022-04-01 04:39 am (UTC)And he lets out a whimper, seeing the older vampire rutting himself against the bed. There's something about it that's just so - familiar, perhaps, a desperation he wasn't expecting to catch a glimpse of.
He's definitely starting to want more than just a tongue inside him.
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Date: 2022-04-01 04:49 am (UTC)His hips move restlessly against the bed now, but he'd promised himself -- not that far. Not yet. Not this first time.
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Date: 2022-04-01 05:04 am (UTC)The way Georg is moaning, grinding, all it does is push the young man further, whimpering as he can feel the edge approaching with every plunge of his current partner's tongue.
"G-Georg - oh, Georg, I'm - I'm-!"
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Date: 2022-04-16 07:04 am (UTC)It takes him a minute before he starts to relax a little, shuddering, blue eyes half-lidded as he looks down to the Count.
He still can't...quite believe this is happening, but...well.
He had dreamed about it once, after all.
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Date: 2022-04-16 07:18 am (UTC)Then he moves up the bed to curl around him protectively, stroking his hair. "You did so well for me. I'm so proud of you, my sweet Alfred."
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Date: 2022-04-16 07:33 am (UTC)"Th-thank you...."
But here he isn't being discarded. Georg wraps up and around him, and he swallows hard, leaning into his touch. After a moment or two, he finally asks -
"...A-aren't you...still...ah....?"
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Date: 2022-04-22 01:45 am (UTC)Georg continues to run his fingers through Alfred's hair, watching his face curiously. To see what he'll do next. "This experience was about you, and your pleasure. Did you find it pleasurable?"
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